Author Hiroaki Sato “At your house, at the end of your roof,the rain pours, and I have stood, getting drenched. Open the door of your room!”“There's neither clamp nor lockon that door. Why should I lock it?Open it and come in. Am I someone's wife?” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments